It's Always The Same

I find myself writing a blog or in my journal when I find myself at the end of my ropes. I guess writing is my religion. It's what I fall back on when things are tough, when I need a little guidance, or need help figuring things out. It is my way of praying.

I've worked myself into a huge hole that I don't see any way out of.

I asked my best friend for a simple favor and was turned away. Now we're not speaking.

I went to school, graduated, worked in that field and now I realize I'm not cut out for it. I have an extra $35,000 in debt because of this lack of foresight.

I'm twenty-seven years old. Four months ago, I moved back in with my mom and my abusive step-father after moving out with I was 18.

I'm trying to go back to school for something I will be called crazy for but I have no money.

I attempted to move from my hometown of Los Angeles to the Bay Area and now I'm trying to move back. I never really made it to the Bay. The plan was to commute from Sacramento to the Bay. I had a friend who was kind enough to let me stay at her place if I got out of work late. I lost my job, twice. It made it hard to save money to move.

I have about $200 to my name and over $400 in student loans to pay back each month.